Dry river remembrance

I’m broke down tear streaked cold nosed sleep deprived humanity
In other words normal end of weekend depression
Having to go to work to earn that money to live another two weeks and spend enough to feel just a little bit in control of my pain addled life
Each day begging for an end only to stumble through my door and collapse into bed asleep
Waking up way too early
To roll the dice on forlorn hope
Fucked up that chance is the only solution that I can think of
Broken bone words splintered in forgiveness without the chance to heal
Slow decay
I’d give up I think
But I’d rather be if at all possible
In your arms

Anxiety scrambles for purchase

Sounds get stuck on my tongue
A few words waiting to be said
Waiting for some truth
As the stress mounts
Real sets in
Unsexiest of worries
About money reel and hopeful
What was can seldom be
Unless perfect storm and
Responsibility
All boats rise with prosperity
But so do they in calamity
And mindless ramblings for wars of desire combat against what’s possible
Until emergency depletes and scramble for purchase on dirt
Hard packed with indifference
Easy to live without the cost of living
Scramble for a place makes mock of all
Until only the memories stand sentinel
Around broken forms
Lifeless
After the fall

Top 5 things to do if money was not an issue

1 open a every day of the week private goth club, make it the anchor of every goth and industrial bands tour, open 24 hours a day

2. Open a dungeon and a members only dungeon. Invite Dom’s and Sub’s in for demonstrations and classes. 

3. Buy a radio station, staff it with the Cemetery Confessions people

4. Start a defense contractor business (thought it was gonna be all goth stuff, didn’t you)

5. Buy a few elections

This is all stuff I want, sure there are other things that I would do but they are boring and so standard they are not worth mentioning.